A smile tugged on his face as he dragged his teeth across the end of her nipple. The erotic lust blasting urged her to be bolder. She cupped his ass and pressed his hips against her. His hard cock ground in between her legs and her pussy creamed.
He slipped one hand behind her back and unhooked her bra with ease. In a flash, he discarded it. “So nice.” He swiped his tongue across the tip. “I could stay here for hours.” That wouldn’t do. “Other hikers might come. Besides, I have other needy parts.”
He dropped his head back and laughed. “Easy, darlin’. Trust me, when I get through with you there will be nothing in need of touching.
I’m going to take care of every lustful ache in your body.”
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Chapter Four
Clint’s words dribbled over her like paint smoothed over a blank canvas. His mouth came down on hers hard as if he had to have her, while his fingers dug into her shoulders. When she wiggled her hips, his cock seemed to grow.
As soon as he came up for air, she tried to reach between them for his dick. “I want to touch you.”
“I’m not sure I can last if you do, but maybe a peek is in order.”
“Yes, please.”
“You first.” He lifted up onto his knees, popped her button, and pulled down her zipper in one fluid motion. “Lift.” She did, and he managed to get off her shorts in no time. Without asking him to, he unlaced her shoes and removed them. All she had on were her red lace panties.
“Not the usual hiking fare, but I like them much better.” With a grin on his face, he divested himself of not only his shoes but his pants. She figured he was leaving on his underwear for her to remove.
“Did you bring any protection?” If he had, this whole watch-her-paint plan might have been a setup.
“Do flowers grow when you water them?”
Yes! He fished a condom from his pack and tossed it to the side.
“I think you forgot something.”
He cocked a brow. “Ah, yes, your panties.”
“No, your undershorts.”
He grinned. “I thought you’d like the honors.” His cock pressed outward as if it were waving at her.
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“I’d love to, but I need to sit up.”
He moved to the end of the mat to allow her better access. Now was her chance. She crawled up on her knees, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him. She softened her lips and leaned back enough until their lips barely touched. His groan almost sent her over the edge. Her greedy hands delved between his waistband and his skin. Not hyperventilating took all of her control.
I’m touching Clint Callen.
Slowly, she lowered his shorts, but the elastic got caught on his cock. She had to slip her hand toward his erection and pull the material away from him. Once free of the obstruction, she ripped them down to his knees.
Oh, my God. “You are ginormous.” Several thoughts passed through her brain. First and foremost was that he’d never fit inside her. Secondly, if she didn’t put her mouth on his cock right then, she’d explode. Dropping back on her heels, she loomed over him. Simultaneously, she cupped his balls and drew him into her mouth.
His hands clasped her shoulders. “Be kind.” Like hell she would. Tightening her hold, she pressed hard with her lips and lifted her head. Her tongue swirled around his cock, lapping up his delicious scent. When her lips reached the head, she let her teeth scrape the edge.
He gasped and pulled her off him. “Any more and this and the sex act will be a one-way street.”
She’d hate for him to come all over the mountaintop and leave her unsatisfied. “Fine.” She huffed and sat back up.
He grinned. “Why don’t you rest back the way you were and let me provide some lovin’ to you?”
He wouldn’t get an argument out of her. As she rolled down, he wadded up his pants into a pillow and placed it under her head.
“Thanks.”
He picked up the condom, tore the foil, and drew the latex over
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his cock. He had to tug on the rubber to get it to fit. Just as she surmised, his cock was too big.
She expected him to crawl up on his elbows and kiss her. Instead, he slid onto his stomach and peeled back her panties. He spread his legs wide to keep hers open as his tongue sneaked in and licked her clean. She jerked upward from the intoxicating intensity.
“Easy now. We have a long way to go. Hold on.” From the slow and easy delivery, he seemed to be oblivious to what his touch and velvety tongue were doing to her. “I’m trying.” His damned chuckle carried across her and down to the valley.
His feathery licks electrified her body. She clasped on to his shoulders and kneaded his flesh. Each stab of his tongue inflamed her already heated body. Rolling spasms rippled down her insides. When his tongue latched onto her clit, her groan came out closer to a yell.
“I love how sensitive you are.”
It wasn’t just because she hadn’t had sex in a while. It was because this was Clint, the man of her dreams. What he could do to her body. He was worse than any drug. Just a flick here, a lick there, and she wanted to climax. Her fantasy of fucking his brains out was about to come true and she didn’t want to mess it up. She figured the longer she waited for the release the more powerful and mind-blowing it would be.
Her hips bucked up and down with every suck as the pleasure wrapped around her body. He captured her clit between his teeth and her breath lodged in her throat.
So much for holding out. “I need your cock.” His tongue stopped moving as if he was deciding how and when to grant her wish. “In due time.”
Damn him. They were on top of a mountain with the wind blowing, the birds flying overhead, and at any minute another hiker could come across them and spoil the perfect interlude. If they weren’t able to consummate this union, she’d wither and die.
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two found their way inside. She gushed with fluids as he pumped them in and out. Curling his fingers, he hit another spot that sent her soaring. Pulses heated her hungry flesh, pushing her closer to losing control. If only she could suck his cock or devour his mouth, she bet she’d be able to breach his calm veneer.
Then hope surged when he crawled upward. Finally, she was going to be rewarded with his glorious cock in her creamy hole.
Instead of receiving him inside her, he planted the monster at her entrance and stared at her breasts.
“I love your tits.”
His mouth went to work firing up her already tender nipples. His fingers gently twisted one while he licked the other. As if they were play toys, he seemed to enjoy pressing on them and swirling his tongue around the other. The whole time his cock moved forward a quarter of an inch at a time. She tried to slip down to meet him, but he held her hips still with his weight. Finally, he trailed his kisses up her chest and settled a bit on the hollow of her throat.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to taste you.” While she loved the sexy and breathy way he said it, he’d had his chance for years, yet never had taken it. She was the same old Dakota.
Or was she? The old Dakota wouldn’t have worn red lace underwear, run an art gallery, or been with Clint on the top of a mountain. Maybe she had changed. The bit of anger that had settled in her stomach began to disappear. His cock nudged into her. All thoughts disappeared. She grabbed the foam mat and curled the edges, sucking in a breath as she tried to control her release.
For every inch he moved forward, he awakened dormant nerves that sprang to life. Fuck me. His strokes turned bolder the moment his lips reached hers. His tongue teased his way in, and they wrapped their tongues around each other to form a bond. The double sensations challenged her mind. His hands added to the mix. While he supported himself on his elbows, his thumbs reached the sides of her breasts.
Rubbing circles lit up her skin and set her on fire.
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“I want you.” His voic
e cracked as he thrust into her.
Her eyes lost focus as waves of ecstasy washed over her. Sparks of electricity tripped up her spine with each thrust.
“You’re so big.”
“The better to satisfy you.”
His mouth left her lips and traveled a path that included her eyes and then the rim of her ear. He nipped and tasted before sampling her lips again. Her pussy was so wet that it only took a few pushes for the tip of his cock to reach the end. His width stretched her walls, but she thrilled at how she could love so much of him.
He slid out then drove back in. Each time his thrusts got harder and harder.
“You feel so good.”
He smiled. “I wish you were in my skin, darlin’. It ain’t nothing compared to what I’m experiencing. I’m so hot, I’m close to bursting, but I want to play with those titties of yours some more.” Their chests were pressed together, making that a bit difficult.
When Clint withdrew, the devastation was complete.
“Clint?”
“Let’s get you on your hands and knees. That way I can make you come faster.”
She’d already been about to burst. Reality sunk in. “I don’t take cocks in my ass.”
He rubbed her ass cheeks. “You will when the time is ready.
You’ll be begging me for it.”
“I don’t think so.” She secretly wanted to give it a try, but right now she was so close to coming that she didn’t want to spoil her perfect evening.
He lifted her up and had her flipped over before she’d engaged any muscles. His chest pressed against her back and his lips kissed her neck. “I want to make you happy.”
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One hand guided his cock into her pussy again while the other found her tits. When he seared a blistering path down her wet channel, lightning strikes ripped through her and heated her to a boil. She pressed her hips backward to make him go as far as he could. He must have taken that as a signal, for he grabbed on to her tits and pounded into her over and over again.
“Fuck me harder!” She said a silent prayer this mountain belonged only to them.
“Dakota!” He pummeled her pussy with relentless demand.
With each stroke her climax built. Contractions of lust milked his cock. He growled. She moaned. As he fondled her tits and thrust into her pussy faster and faster, the carnal desires swept over her and tossed her over the edge into a free fall of total bliss.
He slid his hands down to her waist and held on tight as his jism nearly burned a hole in the condom. His cock expanded and stretched her so much, she lost her breath. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she held on for dear life as her climax tore through her like a punishing tornado.
“Jesus, Dakota.”
She would have responded had she been able to form any words.
He withdrew and leaned her onto her side. He grabbed his underwear and cleaned her the best he could. When he cuddled behind her, she thought if this were her last day on earth, she’d have died a satisfied woman.
His arms stayed wrapped around her until the mountains turned purple and the air chilled.
Clint sat up. “I think we need to get back down before it gets dark.”
Her boneless body wasn’t as enthusiastic about the trek, but she knew she had no choice. “Okay.”
After they both dressed, he packed up and then tossed her a food bar. “Eat this. We used up a lot of energy.”
“Got a steak packed in that bag?” She’d need a big meal to
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compensate for the sex they’d had.
He laughed. “Don’t I wish, but I know a place that can serve one.” He must be thinking of his home. Morgan would be there and she wasn’t quite ready to run into him looking so sweaty. “I have a client stopping by after she gets off work. Can I take a rain check?” She smiled as sweetly as she could.
“Absolutely.” While his comment held cheer, the sparkle in his eyes had dimmed.
“Are you going to tell Morgan what we did?”
“What we did was make wonderful love. Would you mind if I did?”
She shrugged. “He won’t care.”
He hauled the pack over his shoulder and motioned she head back to the trail. “I think you’re wrong.”
She looked over her shoulder. “Has he said anything?” She’d already had one miracle today. She probably shouldn’t push for two.
“I actually brought up the concept of sharing you with him if we ever hooked up.”
That halted her. She spun around. “You knew we’d have sex up here?”
He instantly drew her to his chest. “No, but I figured if you were willing, we’d not be able to stay away from each other and eventually our passion would get the best of us.”
She stepped back and smiled. “You are so full of shit.”
“It sounded good, didn’t it?”
A cool breeze and a dark cloud reminded her they had to get down the mountain. “Yes, but that’s not the point. Tell me about Morgan.”
“Don’t take it the wrong way, but when I mentioned you, he got kind of got mad.”
She swatted a cobweb off her face. “Mad?”
“When I brought up your name, he made every excuse in the book why I should find you unattractive.”
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mountain.
“I think he’s sweet on you.”
Something had rattled Clint’s brains in the last few years. “I would have drawn that conclusion, too. I talk bad about all the guys I like.” She shook her head as she grabbed on to a tree branch to balance going over a slippery rock.
“Let me pose this to you.”
She wished she didn’t have to have this conversation while trying to pick her way over rocks and down a steep incline. “Shoot.”
“Speaking hypothetically, what’s your take on ménage relationships?”
Her foot must have stepped on a mossy slope because she slipped and landed on her butt. “Shit.” Pain ripped up her spine.
Clint was at her side in a flash. He pressed his hand on her shoulder. “Don’t move and let me check you out.” The radiating pulses lessened. “I think it’s my ego that’s bruised more than my butt.” Or perhaps it was the fact that he’d entered her brain and read every thought.
“Hold still, will ya?” He asked her a series of questions as he ran his hands down her spine. “Looks good. Let’s get you on your feet.” Embarrassed, she let him pull her up. She brushed off her butt.
“Can we get down before we discuss my sex life?” He burst out laughing. “I’m sorry, darlin’. I was just speaking my mind. Sure thing. My mouth is zippered closed.” She loved his outlook on life. True to his word, he didn’t bring up Morgan again. She scrambled down the mountain without another incident.
He helped her into the truck. “I’ll give you a few days to recuperate before asking you out again.” He winked.
“Thanks.”
He started the engine. “However, I do have a plan if you’re amenable.”
“What’s that?” He always did love to scheme.
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“Perhaps tomorrow, you could come real early in the morning to our ranch and set up your easel to paint some flowers.” She laughed. “Why would I want to do that?”
“The light’s the best in the early morning.” Who was this guy? “I mean, why would I want to come to your ranch?” She had thought only Morgan worked the ranch and that Clint stayed there while he ran his landscaping design business, but now wasn’t the time to bring up the distinction.
He glanced over at her. “Not too bright, are you?” Had he not been driving, she would have punched him in the arm.
Instead, she slapped the dash. “Tell me.”
“Because when Morgan leaves the house in the morning and runs into you, the fireworks will fly, and I want to see the explosion.�
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Chapter Five
This was the dumbest plan Dakota had ever agreed to. She was bundled in a thick fleece pullover and sitting on a low stool in front of her easel about fifty feet from Morgan and Clint Callen’s front porch.
She had to admit, the flowers were spectacular as was the stone pathway that led to the front of the house. So far, neither man had shown up, but Clint had texted her that Morgan was about to go riding on the range.
To make it appear as though she was an invited guest who really wanted to paint flowers, she’d already made the sketch and taken a few pictures. Because the light wasn’t the best, the photos lacked detail.
The side door opened and heavy boots stomped their way down the steps. To pretend Morgan didn’t exist would be dumb. She inhaled to steel her nerves and looked over her shoulder. She casually waved.
“Hey, Morgan.” Returning to her picture, she dabbed her brush into the yellow paint and stabbed the canvas.
As expected, he charged over to her. “What are you doing here?” He stood so close she could smell his animal scent. She placed the brush into her storage cup and looked up. “Long time no see.” Her heart was racing so fast she was sure he could see it beat beneath the sweater.
He leaned closer. “Dakota? That you?”
She couldn’t believe he hadn’t recognized her, especially since Clint claimed he told Morgan about her transformation. “The one and only.” She lifted her chin and smiled.
“Jesus. Clint said you’d changed, but I wouldn’t have guessed.”
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“So it seems.” She stood in the hopes he’d remember her now.
“You passed me the other day and said nothing.” His gaze dropped to the right. “The girl in the yellow dress?”
“Yup.”
“Well, shit.”
His vocabulary seemed to have deteriorated in the last few years.
“Clint suggested that I add some flowers to my collection of paintings.
I’m sure Jade told you that I’ve taken over her studio and am turning it into an art gallery.” She had a ton of flower close-ups, but she’d not hung them yet. Technically, she wasn’t lying. “I hope you don’t mind if I paint these.”
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